Category: Handfuls of Home

Brandon Jurrens and Sah Bum Nim, Becky Rupp Some people are salt-of-the-earth. They make the world work. They volunteer for the hard jobs, the ones that no one else wants. Some people show this quality at a young age. Brandon Jurrens is one of them. He graduated from high school last year. A handsome, cheerful young guy, he is talented

When I broke my arm for the third time, Mom didn’t hesitate. She rushed me into the emergency room within the hour. But the first time, I went 2 weeks with a greenstick fracture from my wrist almost to my shoulder before she finally decided to take me to the doctor. I remember her telling me to lift my dad’s

After the night is over, after the danger passes, sometimes I see a little more clearly. Recently, a neighbor was in an accident on our country road. We posted a note at the accident scene that she was all right and took her home. But our poor volunteer fire dept. guys received a ton of worried calls. Matt alone received

I’ve gotten tickets before, all of them more or less deserved—except one. As I slowly crossed a four lane intersection, some pedestrians stepped out from behind a car, ambled into the crosswalk part way through it just as I was passing in the far lane. I was well aware of motorcycle cop sitting right there so I would never knowingly

Because I live in the Emerald Triangle, marijuana is a tag I keep track of at WordPress. I see some interesting facts pro and con and some odd posts by stoned people (I try to skip those;>) But today I was pointed to a fascinating article in the Dallas Daily News. A former top Narcotics Officer, Barry Cooper, is selling

Saxifrage aka Rockbreaker Delicate flower with a tough name This flower is a Saxifrage. Here is another. And another. And another. These plants have similar names but are different in essential ways. In the same way a county person or an outdoorsy person are types of folks often confused for each other—people often think these words describe the same type

flower This flowering wild bush grows on a well drained rocky ridge. It is about 5 ft tall and 15 ft around. It has just started blooming and I have never been able to identify it. Help, please! For overview, see more.

I was mad about horses. I know almost all teenage girls are but I should have known better. I grew up with a stubborn donkey named Bunny. Bunny would stand patiently—resigned, Eeyore-like. But as soon as I was almost on, she would take off for the nearest low hanging branch and, with Machiavellian intensity, scrape me off. Then, curling her